Flawed Machines
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Flawed Machines

With the typical dichotomy between humans and machines/robots, the former are emotive and irrational while the latter perform their objective as efficient as they possibly can. That is why humans can be seen as imperfect when compared to machines. The strange part of this relationship is that an imperfect being can create a being without … Continue reading

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Cyneca…?

I’m not sure if I’ve explained the reason I use the name Cyneca for my blog and as a username. There’s actually more than one reason. Seneca, the band is one of my favorite metals groups. Though they’re no longer together, they are still one of my fave listens whether it’s their metalcore, post-hardcore, or … Continue reading

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Flawed Machines

My paperback is on sell at Amazon! https://www.amazon.com/dp/0692083499/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_euC2AbP7YNG8Z Now I just need to figure out how to convert to Kindle format. Continue reading

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In One Sense

Air forced into a rhythmic, recognizable funnel, Concentric circles pulsate to form a clear tunnel, Pinpointed to a canal, down a pair of tube inserts, Beating to the percussion of a closed concert. Bits and pieces bounce from trough to peak, Reflecting, colliding in a constant flee, The incessant chain expands as its last feat, … Continue reading